#sanitywasneveranoption

[elloras]

Thank you for the tag @jonairadreaming!

Last Song: This is because of this video lol -- Everybody (Backstreet's Back)

Currently watching: Nothing unless occasional rewatches of TL eps count

Three ships: Roy x Jamie, Michael and Eleanor (Platonic) (TGP), Luke and Nell (Platonic) (The Haunting of Hill House)

Favorite color: Pink

Currently consuming: Coffee

First ship: Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo lmao (I was 7)

Relationship status: Single

Last Movie: Origin (AND IT WAS AMAZING PLEASE GO SEE IT)

Currently working on: A script that might be a romance? I have no idea what it is yet

I'm tagging (only if they're so inclined:) @drakkywolfe, @drum-cu-naluci, @jamiesfootball, @walnutmistjamie @sanitywasneveranoption @sweeterthnfiction

[just-themys]

Klaus has an affinity for languages and when he saw Diego struggling he learned ASL and taught Diego so he could still communicate when words failed him.

I love this headcanon ! Klaus one day just come to Diego and sit him down to teach him some useful words/sentences like saying he’s in pain, hungry, tired, some words to express emotions (because he knows Diego struggles with those the most), and then as it goes and Diego uses them when he can’t articulate a word, they start to get more complex. Sometimes, when Reginald is lost in thoughts, they use it to talk during meals despite the prohibition to do so. Eventually, the other siblings learn it too, both to communicate with Diego and to talk during meals. Reginald notices it though, and despite him thinking with a very tiny shred of pride that they adapted to their environment, he forbids them again to use it during meals. 

It’s ok though, Klaus has started to learn morse code.

[supernaturalavenger]

Kliego, Biego, lokifer, stoki, & Johnikiah

[elloras]

(via @sanitywasneveranoption)

You frowning when we’re on a win streak, that’s a bad look.

[nancylou444]

The idiots are apparently shipping Cl*ire and J*ck bc they're a mirror d*stiel. Legit just saw a post claiming Cl*ire is a mirror for De*n and J*ck is new age C*stiel

They love to talk about Claire being Castiel’s “daughter” and have proclaimed Jack as Castiel (and Dean’s) “son”, so NOW ‘incest’ is okay. 

They are fucking morons (and hypocrites). 

[elloras]

Tagged by @sanitywasneveranoption, thank you!

Last song: St. Clarity - The Paper Kites

Favorite color: Pink

Last movie/TV show: Wish (Movie) and Shrinking (rewatch, TV)

Sweet/spicy/savory?: Sweet

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: St. Clarity Paper Kites lyrics lol

Current obsession: Royjamie still 🥲

I'm tagging (if they're so inclined and if they haven't been tagged already lol) @drakkywolfe, @walnutmistjamie, and @royjamierot

[omaano]

For the drawing pose, Michifer B1 or Ducifer A3?

Fun fact, I haven’t opened my SPN reference folder in  approximately half a year.

[redrackham87]

merry christmas, @sanitywasneveranoption!

[purliish]

Omg i saw your tag on the wolf!Diego fanart and honestly I know everyone loves him for werewolf, buuuutttttt I’m with you he could be a vamp too. Honestly I have a loose AU with all the sibs as supernatural creatures 👀 I just also like the idea of diego being a failvamp. Like he forgets he can’t have garlic, he tries to go around the invite shtick by jumping in windows, he loathes drinking blood and keeps looking for a work around. So many ideas!

@sanitywasneveranoption I literally love your interpretation! Diego would definitely be the kind of struggle vampire that sees human blood as off limits. Probably buys his supply from a local butcher shop.

Maybe a certain someone would be up for donating their own blood though? Who knows. 👀

[c0ffeebee]

tagged by: @irnwithdiego, thank you 💙

rules: tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better!

three ships: joe x nicky, flyvega, kliego

last song: foreigner's god by hozier

currently reading: nothing, and i'm not even ashamed

currently watching: funny short reality show reviews from one of my favourite russian youtubers

currently consuming: nothing, gotta go get some tea 

currently craving: ...inspiration?

tagging: @unrememberedskies @zerotheghost @cultleaderklaus @letsbakethatcake @sanitywasneveranoption @ourhitofsucrose @narniadreams @cheerynoir @weareinastormoffuck

[just-themys]

You needn’t ever apologize for how fandom discourse makes you feel. Fandom is shit most of the time anyway with their takes on characters. Vanya and Luther are vilified so much it’s ridiculous. They aren’t my faves but even so I don’t see how they’re hated so much. Well Vanya is either woobified or vilified and both takes are bad. She has issues sure, but none of them are perfect. Some stuff is out of her control so to hate her on it is stupid. And Luther? The moon memes may be (1/2)

I agree with you. I don’t even like Luther, but I can take a step back from my feelings to recognize his abuse and how it plays into his actions. Sure, I want to slap him in ep 9 and 10, but I can also see why he acts that way, and despite being wrong, he also deserves empathy and understanding just like the others. And yes, the “dad sent me to the moon” jokes always sat wrong with me. It was a torture and he suffered from it, and now he’s trying desperately to connect it with what’s happening in the present timeline, he wants to believe he wasn’t sent up there for nothing, so he brings it up a lot. We’ve seen how hard he broke down when he realized he actually was sent up there for nothing.

And for Vanya… it’s funny because at first I wasn’t much invested in her. I liked her and related to her, but that was all. Because I tend to be attracted to characters where there’s a lot of layers to analyze to understand them and their actions, and for Vanya, it seemed to me everything was laid out bare and very explicitly to understand her and understand how it came up to that point. But then I saw how the fandom treated her and some of them would make her up to be an abuser and a vilify her and it really surprised me ? Pushed me to analyze her more and now she’s one of my faves. Of course she does bad things, but just like the others. That’s the point of the show.

And for that last point you made… well, maybe it’s because I’m a psychologist, but even for those persons, we can dug deeper. I can’t say much of Reginald because he’s pretty much the cause of everything and we didn’t see enough of him to really dig more, but for Harold, it’s actually very interesting to analyze him. Because we can feel empathy toward him, or at least toward the child he was. When I say that, I don’t mean “we have to excuse what he’s done because he had a hard childhood”. He became a murderer, an abuser, and overall an actual psychopath unable to feel for others and centered around his own satisfaction. But I don’t believe people are just born evil, so I find it interesting to explore the hows and whys. 

(I actually have a meta I want to write that compare Vanya and Harold and how one became an abuser (and worse) and how the other didn’t. Not sure it’d be well received though but yeah, most of my takes aren’t really welcome in the fandom so)

I overall love this show and how they changed from the comics (I like the comics too btw, but they choose another tone and another angle) to focus more on the psychological aspect, and I think they did it in a brillant way. They showed different ways in which abuse can affect people, they showed someone becoming an abuser and a murderer after his abuse, they showed people who became trainwrecks of human beings because of it, who sometimes fuck up and do bad things, but who are all (I’m talking about the 7 siblings) good at heart, but terribly damaged and still works in progress trying to better themselves and recover from their abusive childhood.

And the show did that in a sensitive way.

And this is why it’s so frustrating to me when I see most of the fandom seemingly missing this ? I try my best to learn from my past fandom experience and just ignore it and rant in private and don’t let it get to me, but when things are going badly in my real life, seeing those takes online tends to get to me more. 

Anyway, sorry for the very long answer, and thanks for the support ^^

[amorremanet]

@sanitywasneveranoption oh yeah, I heard that one too — but my high school bio teacher was like, “I could never remember that one and I am guessing most of you won’t either, so: Karen, Please Come Over For Great Sex.” She wanted to keep it to that, but I was in a bio class with a bunch of 14-15 year old straight boys, who changed it to, “Kevin/Kyle, Please Come Over For Gay Sex” because… idk, it was 2004 and they thought, “lol gay” was only the highest of achievement in punchlines. ………So, I did the thing that made sense to me and combined those two versions into, “Karen, Please Come Over For Gay Sex” because lesbians, bi girls, sapphic ladies, and wlw in general are amazing

[fanficfanattic]

Y’alls tag games are phenomenal.

Drakkywolf? Stellar.

Its-all-about-the-eyes? Amazing!

Sanitywasneveranoption? It wasn’t, especially once Jamie learned the name Roy Kent!

Annemriex? Reblogged their own reblog because the muses gave a gift.

Bravo to our Jamie ‘Fun Facts’ Tartt Roy Kent Obsessive truthers!

Roy, trying to cope with Phoebe entering her astrology phase: Fuck, I gotta figure out what time of day I was born...gotta call my aunt or something I hope she remembers.

Jamie, tying his shoes, completely on autopilot: It was two thirty, in the afternoon.

[omaano]

Sphallolalia

 - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. 

On AO3

Behold my very first, and sometimes stumbling Dean/Lucifer fic. Before you start, I’d like to point out, I have no damn idea how flirting works. I really can’t/don’t flirt consciously. And can’t recognize it for my life! So read it with this in mind. 

 For sanitywasneveranoption I finally completed your prompt. (I might have lost the ask itself tho :S)

Dean stepped over the slumped, broken body as if it was nothing but a crack on the pavement. The last sparks of life still warmed the blood covering his hands like a pair of red and black gloves. But as he turned his back to this mouthy piece of dead shit even those little glimmers of a passed soul faded. Only the sour, spicy ecstasy of the kill remained in the violent forefront of his mind.

The famished throbbing of the Mark ceded to a soft pulse. He almost felt content.

Then suddenly he froze midstep. His limbs grew heavy, immersed in lead, while his own blood boiled. The world spun around with the familiar blond head and green shirt in its centre.

Lucifer looked at Dean with lazy, cold eyes. That gaze could count each rotting patch in Dean’s soul and slash them into million pieces to allow the cancer spread that much faster.

The glass in the Devil’s hand was empty. And yet, when he lowered it again from his mouth his lips glistened wet and with the blinding translucent colour of molten crystal. Or maybe it was just a few stray rays of his shattered grace blazing through his decaying vessel.

He looked just as he did right before Sam said yes to him.

Dean felt electricity seep in through his fingertips and up his forearm. The Mark now was on fire, the fine hairs on his arm strained against the sleeves of his shirt.

He licked his lips, suddenly nervous.

“Have the angels fallen from Heaven?” he started with the corniest line that fitted their setting. He also might have hoped that it would also sting, but his voice sounded thick and atrociously loud in the small bar.

New sores opened on Lucifer’s temples as the muscles tightened around his eyes in an imperceptible sign of amusement.

“They have. Twice and then forever.” Lucifer answered on that infuriatingly soft voice of his that made Dean shudder. “But then you have fallen from greater glory still.”

“I didn’t know you were funny.”

Lucifer only curled an intimate little smile, violent like the edge of a knife.

“Why, the stars still shine on your skin. The Darkness cannot touch the stars.”

Wouldn’t I know? Nothing takes the credit from us...

At the heat suddenly climbing higher from his collar up to the very tip of his ears Dean could see the air shiver around his face. He averted his eyes, looked down and away, counting the pools of blood and the teeth lying about in them. He set his shoulders and head, stubborn and indignant at such embarrassment. However, as he turned his begrudging steps towards the shelves of liquor behind Lucifer he bumped into the edge of a table. A blasphemous curse fell from his lips, but as he turned to break the affronting furniture to splinters, he realized that it was nothing but a fine pile of white ashes on the floor.

Dean glanced up, cheeks still pink.

Lucifer looked back at him, cool, and with that angelic cat-like tilt to his head.  

“Can I offer you a drink?”

Now that Dean looked closer, there was a bottle of apple cider in the hide of Lucifer’s elbow. The red apple on the label was unmistakable and so, so surreal. He grinned.

“I can serve myself all right, thanks.”

With no more tables or chairs in the way, Dean could easily take the last few steps to the cabinet (though he almost tripped over the edge of the bar - that’s what the Devil’s eyes did to you). But there was no way to smother the belly-shaking scratchy laughter when he realized that on all the shelves equal bottles of cider were lined up, with the golden red apple smiling maliciously at him.

Dean turned back to Lucifer.

“I just can’t turn down the Devil’s deal now, can I?”

Lucifer slightly raised his eyebrows and offered a glass to Dean, identical to his own.

“There is a reason why your kind is past saving.”

“And why is that exactly?” Dean took the offered glass. Its cold burnt through the layer of dried blood and there were now no sense in his fingertips.

“Because I’m simply irrefutable.”

In that moment, caught in the headlights of Lucifer’s gaze, bright and destructive like a comet in a hail storm, Dean had no doubt that it was true.

He absentmindedly ran his thumb along the cut pattern of the glass. The slick scales of a snake rose and fell in an even pattern in his hold. And yet, he didn’t feel like dropping it.

“There’s only one shame in you joining the Dark Side.” Lucifer pursed his lips in thought, his forehead wrinkled in displeasure. “The cancer has scooped out and filled the green of your soul.” As he carefully placed his glass on the counter, he almost sounded truly regretful.

Warmth spread down Dean’s spine like thick paint spilled in a water bowl. The fading, curling swivels of the piercing sensation seeped into his vertebrae and the marrow of his ribs.

He grinned, his teeth glinting violent white. With his elbows on the counter he leant down so that his face was on the same level as Lucifer’s.

“So you mean to say, you have an itty bitty thing for these pretty eyes?” he taunted.

Without a moment of hesitation, Lucifer caught Dean’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted his head with such delicate force that it almost made tears blur his vision.

“Oh. Your eyes are green. Never noticed.” Lucifer murmured softly. He studied Dean’s face so long and with such intensity that he almost made it believable he noticed it for the first time. As if he had never bothered to look at these mortal shells that were only made, at least in his view, to host much greater forces.

With great effort Dean pulled away. He needed at least this small distance  in hopes that this way he could bear the blinding brightness that was Lucifer.

“Tell me something,” Dean started, feeling the weight of the invisible drink in his glass. “Why would the Dark Overlord grace me with his presence?”

Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up. “I assume that means me?”

“As far as I know, you’re the Father of All Abominations.”

“There are several theories to argue that,” Lucifer said, contemplative. “Even I cannot decide if such title would rather fit my Father… or that inconvenience Adam. Eve might have a word in such matter.”

Dean made some bemused sound at the back of his throat. “Here I thought you’d gladly claim such titles.”

“I haven’t fathered anything in or beyond this realm… but if this was some attempt of yours at flirtation…”

“Or maybe you just don’t know how to take a compliment.”

“Oh, Dean, trust me, I know,” Lucifer drawled. “And I’m fairly sure this is not how it works.”

Dean averted his gaze, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“It’s not like I ever tried to flirt with the Devil.”

Lucifer gently clinked their glasses together. Dean could feel he was smiling.

“I’m supposed to be locked up under 600 seals, tearing each other atom for atom with my most favourite brother… You know, I think, I do have some part of Michael in me. It’s not that easy to separate all that light and darkness when you try to make yourself whole again.”

Dean only scoffed. “I won’t start your great escape this time.”

“But of course. You aren’t much of the Righteous Man anymore, are you?”

“Right. So what, do you come with the Mark? A direct hotline for booty calls to the Devil himself?”

“Maybe,” Lucifer winked. “Or maybe you’re also losing your mind. But then, I’d wonder why would you even desire my companionship.”

Dean opened his mouth. Inside of him hot and cold collided and formed the cruellest of blizzards that was about to tear him asunder. He wanted to demand an answer to the opposite of the question. Because seeing his eyes turn black, trembling for the kill, cold-headed and ruthless absolutely didn’t mean he was losing his mind.

“Why would you seek out mine?” he wanted to ask Lucifer; pester him until he yielded and answered, because above all Dean needed answers. But not to the question to whether he could ever stop his thirst to kill.

Because it didn’t exist as such.

The blood on his hands was nothing but an illusion. Lucifer playing with his perception of reality.

The drums in his head started up a steady march. They were closing in on him. He could feel his skull resonate to the rhythm.

His eyes focused one last time - his vision was filled with white, and ice, and blood-splattered winter-sky.

“Can’t wait to meet you again, Dean,” Lucifer breathed into his face.

 Dean woke with his heart hammering out of his chest against the dusty carpet of the motel room.

Quickly, uncaring for the nausea trying to topple the world over, he pushed himself up on all fours. He stared at his hands. Calloused, scarred, but they were covered in nothing but cold sweat. No sight of blood.

Thank fuck.

Even the Mark on his forearm was slumbering, sated, miraculously so.

Dean frowned.

The scent of evergreen and frost still lingered on his skin...

[redrackham87]

sanitywasneveranoption replied to your photo “merry christmas, @sanitywasneveranoption!”

Thank you so much this is so beautiful!!

Ahh, you’re so welcome!! <3 Glad you like! :D

[muiromem]

sanitywasneveranoption replied to your post: I guess I should really start questioning whether...

If you’re still looking I think he’s shown chilling in Psych in Lassie Did A Very Bad Thing episode and also he’s there in the hangover-esque episode but can’t recall the title

grigiocuore replied to your post: I guess I should really start questioning whether...

Uh not sure - but I kind of remember a backstage pic with Tim lying down? And there’s Lassie lazing on the sofa from “Lassie did a bad bad thing”

Thanks guys, I’ll take a looks through screencaps from those episodes. We’ll see if any work for what I need. XD